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Why in the fuck does she have this affect on me? How could I let my need to get into her panties interrupt me doing my job for Brick? I disappointed my alpha–again. And this time under the auspices of making up for last time.

What if…this wasn’t about making things up to Brick at all? What if Aubrey is actually my downfall?

The Adalwulf crone predicted Madi would bring about the end of the Blackthroat pack, but that didn’t happen. What if she got it wrong? Or what if it wasn’t a prediction at all, but a curse? A curse that twisted and found its way to me.

The Adalwulfs had made a pact with witches generations ago, and now every generation produces a wolf-mage–pack seeress to help guide their alpha.

Their old crone died with Odin, their last alpha, but my sources tell me a new young seeress has taken her place–Aster, the virgin mage.

It may be that they sent Madi as a curse to destroy Brick, and when that didn’t work, redirected it to me. Why else would I be so entranced with a lowly human? I hate humans.

I care nothing for art. Social justice means nothing to me–I’m a wolf operating in a separate society.

I yank down the visor to look at my reflection in the mirror. Angry red blisters appear along my nostril and upper lip where Aubrey rubbed her silver nose ring.

I enjoyed the kiss.

Enjoyed the passion behind it. Enjoyed knowing I inspired that passion.

I allowed myself to be marked by a human.

All the while, my alpha needed me, and I was absent from the pack.

What in the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to get a grip. No more working from home. No more fucking the enemy.

I will pay her for her work on the mural and get through the bachelor / bachelorette party and wedding, but that’s it. If we happen to collide in bed a few times while we’re at it, I won’t complain, but I can’t let her distract me.

I can’t succumb to whatever strange allure she has.

Aubrey Cook is trouble. Her chaotic beauty is dangerous.

No matter what happens over these next few weeks, I can’t let her under my skin.

Chapter Eighteen

Aubrey

Well. For a guy whose parting words were “I want you,” I would have to conclude that Billy White didn’t want me that badly.

Either that, or stuff went down at Moon Co, and he’s been drowning in work because I haven’t seen or heard from him since he bailed two days ago after Brick called.

Which is why I’m back to getting a rise out of him by tromping all over his boundaries.

Grayson, the beefy door guy, let me into Billy’s apartment yesterday, and today with no explanation other than that Billy had told him to give me access. There was no note or text message from Billy. We are on radio silence.

Well, whatever.

Fine by me. I got a lot of work done on the first mural.

I also enjoy having Billy’s place to myself.

Figuring he probably has nanny cams all over the place, I made myself at home today to annoy him, helping myself to his coffee in the kitchen and the food in his refrigerator, which is almost all meat, for the record. I guess he’s one of those paleo diet guys.

Now I’m in his bedroom en suite’s giant, two-person shower, washing off the paint before my date with Madi tonight. Yes, I did think it was appropriate to get naked in the same place he gets naked.

I pop the lid off Billy’s shower gel. It’s in a glass bottle–who brings glass bottles into a shower?